Yesterday we came home from church to find our barbecue on the other side of the deck and halfway down the stairs. Not sure if someone tried to take it and dropped it on the way down or if a gust of wind pushed it. Either way, we hoisted it back up, set it on the deck, and locked the wheels.
This afternoon, as the winds of Hurricane Sandy increased in intensity, I watched the barbecue sail twice across the deck, with the wheels locked, mind you. So this time, I chained it to the side rail for good measure.
Ah, the joys of our first nor’easter, hurricane, and “storm of the century.”